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Dig the metal from our mother earth. She has hidden bits of exploded stars in her womb until now. Busy people making cars in thousands of colored patterns, until robots learn to do the work cheaper and better. We go tickle and ridicule mother earth with our cars. Can our robots be taught to mourn?
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
Dig the Metal
Dig the metal from our mother earth. She has hidden bits of exploded stars in her womb until now. Busy people making cars in thousands of colored patterns, until robots learn to do the work cheaper and better. We go tickle and ridicule mother earth with our cars. Can our robots be taught to mourn?
tom-mccubbin
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
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